Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan) novel Chapter 51

"You'd better not like me. I won't love you anyway!" Jennifer was stubborn.

Ivan held up his phone again. "Don't worry, I won't love you either!"

"Good." She said, "We have reached an agreement on this."

"But this is the task the children assigned me." There was a click when he took a picture. "Taking ten photos together will fulfill their wishes."

Jennifer suddenly became alert, stopped, and questioned, "So do you take me out today for fulfilling their wishes?"

"What else do you think?" Ivan acted innocent.

"..." She was embarrassed and suddenly felt aggrieved.

They looked at each other.

The driver was a little worried. It wasn't that reason. Why didn't he admit it?

If he didn't like his wife, how could he take the roller coaster for her? Is there anything in the world that he couldn't refuse?

They had been silent…

Jennifer immediately frowned with her brows being closer, feeling sour. She was even mawkish and moved when she came out!

In a bar nearby with industrial style.

The main colors of black, white, and gray were tasteful. Who said that disco and hot dance must be in the bar?

It was very classical and romantic here.

Catherine went in and ordered a cocktail. When she sat down in a quiet corner, there was sad classical music played on the gramophone.

"Wine and coffee. I only need one cup. When I think of the past, have a second drink."

"I know that love is like water. Who cares about whom he loves?"

The lyrics of this Teresa Teng's song she heard was talking exactly about how she was at the moment, which made her sadder.

She couldn't accept Ivan being with Jennifer, she couldn't lose him, she couldn't stop loving him... She had lived every minute after rebirth for Ivan.

After half a glass of wine, the burning feeling made her eyes a little sore.

Until there was a clank nearby!

The sound of smashing wine glasses attracted the attention of all the guests! Everyone was taken aback.

"She was just selling wine. You filthy lecher?" A boy who was about twenty arrogantly pointed at the fat middle-aged man on the sofa. "She said no so clearly, but you kept doing it!"